We asked our CPN this morning when anyone will start to care. Not her – there’s nothing she can do – but the people who should be proactively helping us before things get worse, not after. When we’ve stopped ticking boxes. When our daughter is at breaking point. When we are. When something has gone more wrong than it already is, and one of us is unsafe. That’s when they’ll care, when they’ll come, with their judgements and authority, with no mind to the fact we asked for help but there was none. When all our effort is used up and a box doesn’t get ticked, or when we can’t send our daughter to school to cross a bridge she obsesses about jumping off, or when we get another S136 slapped on us. That’s when they’ll care, when they’ll come, with their paperwork and disapproving looks. To ask why we didn’t ask for help sooner, before things got worse. And they won’t listen to protestations that we tried, that this isn’t some huge secret, that even when people listened – and our team do listen – there was nothing they could do. When we can’t pick the pieces up ourselves, that’s when they’ll finally care, when they’ll finally come. When the damage has been done and it’s too late.